A/N: Okay, first and foremost, I do not own Fire Emblem. If I did, I would be the happiest girl on Earth… but I don't.
This idea popped into my head a while ago and just wouldn't leave me alone. This is my first time writing about anything that could be even slightly controversial, so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy it; if not, then I hope it gives you something to think about.
The sun had already sunk below the horizon, but Lon'qu was nowhere near ready to stop training. Or, more accurately, he just didn't want to think for a while longer. Perfecting the art of swordsmanship required all of his focus; it left no room for pondering what had happened earlier that day.
"Lon'qu?"
The myrmidon startled at the voice behind him, whirling around to strike at whoever had just appeared. The girl was well out of striking distance, though her eyes were wide with surprise. "Wren!" Lon'qu's entire body tensed and his cheeks flushed at the sight of the army's tactician. "What… what are you doing here?" If he hadn't been so startled by her appearance, then he might've remembered that it was quite common for her to be in the training area.
Wren shrugged and looked off to the side. "You weren't at dinner. Is something wrong?" she said, fiddling with one of her green braids. The concern in her voice told him what she hadn't said, that she was worried about him.
Lon'qu's face turned an even deeper shade of red. He was grateful that it was dark enough that she couldn't see that. "It's… nothing." He would rather tell everyone in camp what had happened before he told her.
He could almost feel the disbelief in her gaze. Wren was a brilliant woman; it really didn't surprise the myrmidon that she could see through his lie. But, mercifully, she didn't press the issue. "Okay," she said. For a moment, it looked like she was about to move forward, to close the distance between them, but she just rocked on her heels instead. "Just… promise me you'll get some sleep. And food. I think there's still some left."
With that, she turned around and walked back to the tent she shared with Sumia and Cordelia. Lon'qu finally relaxed once she was out of sight, letting out a long sigh. Wren was so considerate of his gynophobia – when she wasn't trying to just get rid of it – but sometimes he wanted her to ignore it. He didn't know why he felt that way; all he knew for certain was that he wanted her to comfort him the same way she had for Chrom after the exalt's death. But he also didn't want her to know why he needed that comfort.
"Women…" Lon'qu sighed, putting down his practice sword. Sleep might not be that bad. As he walked back to his own tent, the myrmidon felt the simple ring in his pocket, just to make sure it was still there. After all the trouble it had caused him, Lon'qu didn't want to lose it…
A/N: What could he possibly be so worried about? Stay tuned to find out.
Critiques and comments would be appreciated.
